If there were a tune in the background of my life, would it fully encapsulate every bit of my strife?
Where you don’t get a break from the prison you’ve built and the more that you see then the more that you wilt.
A tune where the melody is sullen and meek, and the harmony non-existent like the words that he speaks
Out of truth, out of love, because he knows what would happen, he understands his role: be alone or something could happen
That finally breaks him, that cuts the last string, that was holding his mental together, it’d be like clipping his wings.
You would not see him fall, and you would not hear a thud, but you would hear the rumors, and how he was so much fun.
He was the one who constantly tried to swallow his words, to make those around him feel comfort and assured
That he was having fun, and he fit right in, he thought all the jokes were funny, so maybe everyone could win.
But the sad song plays and the melody fades, and the curtains will close and his eyes fill with grays
As he loses his passion and falls victim to the night, he tightens his armor and prepares for the fight.
He cannot run, not an option is flight, because he’s tired of this, and there’s more out there, right?
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